2Short

2-Short

1) Behaviour Principle

They believe “it”
I can’t stand to see it
The acquiescent apathy of fools
That rush to judgment
Of anything different
Those uncompromising
Followers of rules..

2) Lucidity Analysis

For everything a season
All humans have their reasons
To hate, to love, to fight and more
When reason walks….
In or out the door

Mark Catlin July 2015

Indoctrination??

Preconceptions fed
Closed minds
Chorused voices
Dog-whistle opinions
With back biting considered

Countered facts
Spreadsheet empathy
Cold ideology
Band-wagon mentality
And repression with impunity

Fragile unity
False Exceptions
Carnival of ignorance
Alongside
Headline ignominy

Wasted efforts
Deep ingrained lies
Social regression
And
Tissues of lies

Group hypnotherapy
Cultured insanity
Plastic hypocrisy
With
Corrupted heredity

Controlled hysteria
oxy-moron(ia)
Faked emotional
Leading to..
Future dystopia

Mark Catlin
May 2016

 

 

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What Cannot Show

Past things that shape me from inside
From boy to man pain magnified
From being bullied to a lover’s lies
The scars that settle deep inside
From a friends betrayal
Or my feelings brushed aside
Part of me has somehow died
Replaced with darkness I’m lost inside
The anger I feel pulsing behind my eyes
Like rising burning poison bile
Flooding over my emotions it then nullifies
Are these symptoms of my going insane?
Or just a fracture through which leaks my pain
From a battle waged within my soul
The emptiness shall not let go

Things out of the past
That shape me from inside
From childhood to man
Pain I try, in vain, to hide
My cries for help
Ignored or vilified
Every trust I extend-betrayed
Loss turns to burning rage inside
I can feel it hiding behind my eyes
Like rising, burning, poison bile
Flooding my emotions to nullify
Just more symptoms of my going insane?
Or just a fracture through which
Leaks my pain
Try to hide-it
Keep it locked-inside
The emptiness which
Invades my mind.

Mark Catlin—2012

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2Short

2-Short

1) Behaviour Principle

They believe “it”
I can’t stand to see it
The acquiescent apathy of fools
That rush to judgment
Of anything different
Those uncompromising
Followers of rules..

2) Lucidity Analysis

For everything a season
All humans have their reasons
To hate, to love, to fight and more
When reason walks….
In or out the door

Mark Catlin July 2015

Soup Is Good Food

Soup is Good Food
We’re sorry
But you’re no longer needed
Or wanted
Or even cared about here
Machines can do a better job than you
This is what you get for asking questions
The unions agree
‘Sacrifices must be made’
Computers never go on strike
To save the working man you’ve got to put him out to pasture
Looks like we’ll have to let you go
Doesn’t it feel fulfilling to know
That you-the human being-are now obsolete
And there’s nothing in hell we’ll let you do about it

Soup is good food-
(We don’t need you any more)
You made a good meal-
(We don’t need you any more)
Now how do you feel-
(We don’t need you any more)
To be shit out our ass
And thrown in the cold like a piece of trash

We’re sorry
You’ll just have to leave
Unemployment runs out after just six weeks
How does it feel to be a budget cut?
You’re snipped
You no longer exist
Your number’s been purged from our central computer
So we can rig the facts
And sweep you under the rug
See our chart?
Unemployment’s going down
If our figures are wrong that’s your problem

Soup is good food……..

We’re sorry
We hate to interrupt
But it’s against the law to jump off this bridge
You’ll just have to kill yourself somewhere else
A tourist might see you
And we wouldn’t want that
I’m just doing my job, you know
So say uncle
And we’ll take you to the mental health zoo
Force feed you mind-melting chemicals
Till even the outside world looks great
In hi-tech science research labs
It costs too much to bury all the dead
The mutilated disease-injected
Surplus rats who can’t be used anymore
So they’re dumped (with no minister present)
In a spiraling corkscrew dispose-all unit
Ground into sludge and flushed away
Aw geez…

We don’t need you any more
We don’t need you any more
Soup is good food
You made a good meal
Now how do you feel
To be shit out our ass
And thrown in the cold like a piece of trash
We know how much you’d like to die
We joke about it on our coffee breaks
But we’re paid to force you to have a nice day
In the wonderful world we made just for you

“Poor Rats”, we human rodents chuckle
At least we get a dignified cremation
At yet
At 6:00 tomorrow morning
It’s time to get up and go to work

Lyrics: Jello Biafra
Music: Dead Kennedys

Word To The Wise

Up down inside out
Pushing pulling drowning out
Open closing
Walk in cold
Empty minded
Growing Old
Demonstrating remonstrating
Open mouthed
Fornication copulation
Pleasure intense
Dreamscapes and frenzy
Power and class
Downward spiralling no one asks
Onwards sideways what’s to see
Breakdown lockdown
Differences will always be
Ugly pretty vanity
Vain conceited me me me
Action reaction opposites attract
Worrying vying slow to act
Truth in confessions truth not lies
Majestic graceful
Beauty in crying eyes
Thoughtful generous I wish to be
Question the answer no apathy please
Haves versus have nots
And the eager to please
Go down fighting
Don’t live cowering on knees

Mark Catlin July 2015

Clarity Erosion

Close your eyes
Shut it out
Nevermind
It’s over for now

Feelings crowd in
Your mind it freezes
Thinking slows
Never easy

Whatever next
Emotions expressed
Can’t repress
Interpret the rest

Inner mind
Deep inside
Try to find
A clear sign

Thoughts explode
Time erodes
The past exposed
To all who know.

Mark Catlin
April 2016

Revealing Me PtII

Revealing Me. pt.II
This enemy inside
Takes away my pride
Invades my very soul
Won’t leave me alone.
Pushes against me
Day after day you see
Digs through all my pain
Most days are the same.
Yet another day I’m free
Just the real me
Rare, they come they go
It’s the only life I know.
Write out how I feel
So you can know it’s real
The strangeness that is me
What you get is what you see.

Mark Catlin—July2014.

I’m just working on “digitizing” my work (I work longhand), so I can post-it. A lot of the work I’ve been posting I’ve written as an expression of my Manic Depression (now called Bi-polar disorder) it’s my way of saying “this is me, I’m no longer afraid of the stigma that goes hand in hand with mental health problems” So bear with me-more to follow. M

Revealing Me Pt1

Revealing Me. pt1
Underneath this flesh and bone
Hides my mind always alone.
A place where thoughts come and go,
A place where all my knowledge grows.
My mind is full of my ideas,
Memories stored and recalled at will.
A place that hides things of which I dare not speak,
A place where I can be honest, brave or meek.
Inside my mind I’m always true,
inside this place
I keep my memories of you,
A past that’s gone and stored away,
To think of on some quiet day.
Inside my mind there is only me,
Inside my mind I’m always free.

Mark Catlin 2013

The Silent Refrain

If you believe it
You cannot deceive it
It will come back to haunt you in the end

What was the answer?
I knew it once
But I pushed it out of my head
So now as time passes I hear
The same old questions, never answers
Swirl around in my head

Connection to others
Requires effort (ugh)
I need to be reminded
Time and time again
Why it’s worth it–is it?

I only remember the pain – so vividly,
The refrain like a favourite song

What do I want?
I think I know some days
That silent touch
A soft kiss
Not much to ask?
It always depends on how it might end

Yet another fracture in my head
That opens when its quietest
Laying in the dark in my bed
Into which reaches the pain
The refrain, yes that again

It’s all I can-to feel

Daydreams rarely suffice
Although sometimes nice
It’s a way to shut out the silence

If you believe it
You cannot deceive it
It (always) comes back to haunt you in the end

Moving forward
Forward is moving
Getting better?
Stop! And check your mind

Another person to talk to
Another lost soul to find
Another day of survival
We’re all the same inside-alone

Pointlessness
Is the order of the day
Seems the empty minds
Now hold sway

Those like me
That feel the pain of being
So empty, so out of place
Watching, listening
Helplessly….
While the countdown rushes unchecked to the end.

Mark Catlin 2011